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Rh "Our country is Emanuel's land, We seek that promised soil; The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil. "Oft do our eyes with joy overflow, And oft are bathed in tears; Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise, And nought but sin our fears. "The flowers that spring along the road We scarcely stoop to pluck; We walk o'er beds of shining ore, Nor waste one wishful look: "We tread the path our Master trod, We bear the cross he bore; And every thorn that wounds our feet His temples pierced before: